Thursday, August 6, 2015

The Tree

How sad for the tree
To let the wind sway
Its leaves left and right,
North and south, without its will.

How sad for the tree 
To let the beautiful birds
Take refuge on its branch
And abandon without a notice.

How sad for the tree
To stand whole life on the same place
And only time they travel
Is after they are cut down.

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